Luyện nghe bài hát Supercrip

Turn me up, me up
Just

up, what's happening?
Big Snoop in bitch, get it crackin'
Dickies creased up and saggin'
Gat in the right side, left side
Niggas at the lip again
Got me feelin' trip again
And you I wasn't listenin'
Bitches talkin' shit, got me like a Crip again
Gotta hit you with the
I'm married to the streets, fuck a
Ay lil' nigga roll the up
Drink in my cup, we to get G'd up

Long Beach on my side
CPT on my side
I got Watts in bitch
B Dogs from the jets screaming out West Side
Long Beach on my right
CPT on my side
I got Watts in this
Tiny locs the third and they screaming out East Side

Bitch niggas still on 'em
Fifty Cal shots, let it on 'em
And if a ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
We gon' have to put thangs on 'em
Bitch niggas bang on 'em
Fifty Cal shots, let it on 'em
And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my
We gon' have to put thangs on 'em
Still fuck ain't no love for 'em
'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em
But then I ain't brainless
I'll have my little locs hit you with the
fuck 'cause ain't no love for 'em
Tell 'em and see me, I got a slug for 'em
But I ain't tryna ya famous
I'll have my tiny locos hit you the stainless

you know who I be
D-O double G, C-R-I-P
through the fog
And steppin' the smog
And you I'm high as shit
And my bitches fly (Who dat)
you know who I be
D-O G, super C-R-I-P
through the fog
And through the smog
And you know I'm as shit
And my bitches fly

Super Crip,
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Super Crip,
It's still 187 if you niggas wanna trip, who?
Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Super Crip,
still 187 if you bitch niggas need that

It's enough of that to go
Real G's make the hood go
Keep the planet on it's axis
How is he so hood? How can you ask
I guess you can say I put in
On the strip, lights, now I'm back bitch
And if I'm blown on my own
With the chrome to your
Make you stretch elastic
I need my G's to the left
niggas staying to the right
I need my front and center
Hard on hoes from the summer to the winter
Spring to the fall, still on my balls
It's the number one nigga from the hood Dogg
Still pull up on a when I need to be heard
I'm a and a stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh
shit on the set, I get your whole clique served
You best observe, or be chalked out on the
With momma and your people sayin' "supercrip did it"
But they won't testify, so he got with it
Now I'm sttin' on my throne, on my bad
I'm talkin' to Man, smokin' on fireman
Look up in the sky, a bird, it's a plane
Walkin' on the clouds with a Crip cane

I am Crip, what?
Crip, who?
Super Crip,
Crip, who?
Super Crip,
It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip,
Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you bitch niggas need